Kit Kelen #1345 - through the heads

1345

through the heads 

fata morgana we are

a sea shine

stone piled upon

timber fenced to tumble in time

it’s distance climbs

to bloom wilt

seed so fly

once we were ghost

and think of england

canvas caught

because a breeze

some were blown

next door a saw

too much sun for spring

hung downside up

in the sky

all witnessed

as under glass

eternity

so magnified

too bright the eye till

stone piled upon

there glint

and so

sea shine